O Lord! I Don't Know

A Third Variety Of Drama ... Begins As Tragedy With Scraps Of Fun In It ... And Ends In Comedy Without Mirth In It, The Place Of Mirth Being Taken By A More Or Less Bitter And Critical Irony.

It's A Pity Youth Is Wasted On The Young.

My Situation Is A Solemn One: Life Is Offered To Me On The Condition Of Eating Beefsteaks. But Death Is Better Than Cannibalism. My Will Contains Directions For My Funeral, Which Will Be Followed, Not By Mourning Coaches, But By Oxen, Sheep, Flocks Of Poultry, And A Small Traveling Aquarium Of Live Fish, All Wearing White Scarves In Honor Of The Man Who Perished Rather Than Eat His Fellow Creatures. It Will Be, Without The Exception Of Noah's Ark, The Most Remarkable Thing Of Its Kind Ever Seen.

The Notion That Disarmament Can Put A Stop To War Is Contradicted By The Nearest Dogfight.

Activity Is The Only Road To Knowledge.